Colonel Mustard looked affronted. “It was not!” he blustered. “The cook can vouch for me. I was in the kitchen at the time.”
The cook coloured slightly. The Colonel was a demon for her scones. He’d eaten seven of them, stealing a few that were meant for other people.
She nodded. A man shouldn’t be blamed for something he hadn’t done.
Mrs Peacock looked at the others in turn.
She pointed at Reverend Green. “Guilty! You’re the one who wrenched 50 Shades of Grey from the shelf aren’t you?”